Some friends/visitors were
kind enough to leave their thoughts on the old poetry site. The old site was lost together with it's Guestbook. A few
saved entries on the diskette have been reproduced below.

I am particularly grateful to my friends Marion,
Brian, Annette, Anne, Katya and Annet (Names mentioned in chronological
order of encounters) for their friendship, love and emotional support. Some of this poetry was inspired by their most gracious and
kind companionship during my stay at the University of Leipzig (Germany). Brian advised me not only to maintain
a website exclusively devoted to poetry, but he spent numerous hours to create the earlier (First) poetry site for
me.

Life keeps moving along
with the fate-determined new destinations. However, great friends will always remain close to my heart despite
distances. I am glad to have their photographs with me. The simple truth is that I cannot
live without friends. My dearests, I thank you all for being my friend. I am grateful to all others and the
friends of poetry for visiting MY LITTLE WORLD and for their kind comments. True Love nurtures itself.

LOVE ALWAYS

Your friend,

Aftab Kazi

Entries from the old site Guestbook:

Friday, April 26, 2002 5:57 AM

Ustad Bukhari uz_air@hotmail.com NJ, USA

Dr. Kazi, the
master mystic himself -Sir, it is a joy to drink your words, and am further delighted to notice that you refer to the great
master after whom I am named "Late Ustaad Bukhari". May you share with us for further eternities, the wisdom and mystery that
dwells within your great and humble soul!

Friends of poetry and mysticism let us follow the example
of my second name and together HOWL at the hurt in the world. HOOOOOOOWWLL, Hoooowwwwllllllll!!!!!

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Sunday, March 17, 2002 2:53 AM (No name or address left [In October, 2002 a Danish friend from Copenhagen, Denmark,
while visiting Leipzig told me that he composed the following message. He was unaware of other messages without addresses
by writers]).

Your verses Dr. Kazi cannot, as some might imagine, simply be attributed to feelings and the produce
of contemplative states of mind. On the contrary, they must also belong to personal experience for they carry insights applicable
to a formula for a life that is both alive as well as practically informed and approachable, on accepting the compassionate
human limits dictated by our magnificient short mortal span. Your message of love, multiculturalism and peace is a challenge
-perhaps the only viable challenge- with a mode of change not reliant on destruction. It is the only time-tested antidote
to the insanity of the currently perpetuated de facto dooms-cult of intolerance and hatred. Your articulation, Dr. Kazi carries
the banner of defiant tolerance with dignity, mature wisdom and not least a presumably good heart.

Dear Dr. Kazi, the essence of one's thought is but a
glimpse of the soul, filtered through the realization of one's state of being whilst traveling hopefully through this life.
After all what is this life but a journey, and as the Prophet said -if one must travel at all, then better to travel hopefully-
Dr. Kazi, your words carry a promise of hidden riches, the reward of uncovered treasures and most of all the illumination
that dwells only in daring thoughts. Do not go quietly into the night dear friend, but instead rage against the dying of the
light. Seek not after love. Love will always seek out one such as yourself. Thank you again for giving us all such pleasure.

Regards
Dr. Kazi. Nothing is as humiliating as having to appear like an empty tube which is simply inflated by a mind. In contrast
to such a tragic state of affairs, your poetry adds both character as well as contrast, enabling one to both confront and
encounter the debilitating horror vacua of such a void of nihilism. Hence, if encouragement is of value to you, then be assured
that your writing matters, just as your mission is no doubt of the utmost essence.

Dear Dr. Kazi, one could attach prices to your
thoughts. Some would cost a lot, some perhaps a little less. And, how could one then hope to pay for these thoughts Dr. Kazi?
The answer is simple: With courage.

Dear Dr. Kazi, you cannot write anything about yourself that is more truthful than yourself
are. That is the difference between writing about yourself and writing about external objects. You write about yourself from
your own height. You do not stand on stilts or on a ladder but on your bare feet. Clearly, the earlier culture will become
a heap of rubble and finally a heap of ashes, but spirits will hover over the ashes. In other words, keep aloft Dr. Kazi and
"Well Done!" surely is befitting at least.

"Oh beautiful Artist, can you reflect painstakingness of heart in Art? Have
you crafted ever the canvass of pleasant yet restless heart? Depicted love-longing in language of some helpless nostalgic
heart? Has any enflamed your heart, if not, find out from mystical Aftab."

The clear message that one gets while going through a
quite unique site, that now has become a part of favourites list, is the love of the writer with the nature that reflects how
rich the inner side of our dear intellectual Sain Aftab's is. ------------------------------------

Wonderful, Aftab! You continue
ahead in the field of poetry. You have emmense potentials to emerge as a natural poet with appeal for world peace and brotherhood.
I see a real Sindhi Sufi emerging very rapidly through your couplets. Please go ahead. With all blessings and good wishes.
G.N. Mughul, Hyderabad ----------------------------------

Saeen Aftab Sahib, the stanza about your letting Bush worry about Bin Laden reminds me the
couplet of Persian poet Faridudin Attar who said: Kufr kaafar raa--wa deen deendaar raa zraraey- darde-dil-e Attar raa. Your
poems do suggest a tender heart that has found a lot of hurt in the world. This is what happens to those who love with heart.
A friend of mine in Bengal used to say, "Life is comedy for those who think, tragedy for those who feel." I thought we need
to rise above this hurt at certain stage in our lives. With regards. Muhammad Umar Chand 2. HURT "Ways of Incomplete Love
Ending" Let George Bush, Jr. care about Ladin, Afghanistan war, Aftab is already entangled with indecisive ignorant Piarr(1),
New great game continues, inside heart, continents far Soul bleeds apar, in human and geopolitical "Heartlands"(2). ----------------------------------

Tuesday, November 27, 2001 10:57 PM Lila Ram ram_lila@hotmail.com

I like your selection and 'test'. ------------------------------------

Having
been through Persian language and literature to some extent and especially with Khayyam, I am sure you two would have been
a great company to spread the prejudice-free message of eternal love -something sorely needed these days. -------------------------------------